Wrist Blades Novels & Stories

I pull out one of my wrist blades and stab him in the upper chest and twist the knife making it harder to heal. I hear a yell for help from Lillian, so I leave this douche to his wounds. Number one didn’t get up, I made a quick check for his breathing, nothing. Not sure how that works , but I’m also not going to question one less dickhead to deal with.

Moreover, these digital knives could also replicate the structure and even weight of the chosen blade. Also, at the point of contact with the opponent's bodies, they would vibrate with variable intensities to distinguish and replicate the impact. Creed just like always chose a standard 11.65 Inch point clip with a Sawtooth Spine. Whereas Jia chose a standard 10.75 Inch point clip with a sawback spine. "Alright, let's start!" Creed said with an assertive tone, "I will attack with my least aggressive move sets. The circle is the area of combat."

He gripped both my tiny wrist in his bigger hands, keeping me from further attacking him and I struggled to claw at his face. Blade held tightly to my wrist and I couldn't move my hands. I groan defeatedly and just lay there on top of his body. The jerk smiled and watched me silently. I couldn't tell if he was focused on my trembling lips or if he was looking down into my shirt. Dead silence except for the sound of our breathing passed between us and he cracked a smile still lying on the kitchen floor. I wasn't scowling at him, only staring back into his green eyes mesmerized. Blade slowly released my wrists and instead of attacking him again, I remained rather immobile as his chest continue

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

Yoel's eyes blazed with intensity as he bellowed. Whoosh! In a flash, his wrist flicked in a blur, his blade's movements a whirlwind of shadows that coalesced into a spectral blade, its presence icy and lethal. The phantom blade whirled with an almost magical speed, cutting through the combined assault of the five attackers with ease. It tore through their defenses, leaving a deep, terrifying slash on each of them. The elder from the Calnan family hesitated for just a moment before he crumpled to the ground, his body gruesomely split in two, blood gushing out like a fountain.

The blade sliced into him like cutting through softened butter. ‘Ouch. Sounded like that hurt him if his prepubescent girly scream was any indication,’ Zeus said snorting. I would have to agree with my wolf on that one for certain. My body jumped backwards, giving me enough room to get my staff into proper rotation. The reason that I chose this as my weapon to specialize in was because of its versatility. It did not matter which end hit your opponent because both would do equal damage. Once you got it into rotation, it became a spinning wheel of doom. If you wanted two weapons, then you could unfasten them, giving you dual blades.

He crashed across the battlefield, carving a deep canyon through solid stone. Silence followed. Lucien slowly stood. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He touched it with trembling fingers. Then stared. He was bleeding. For the first time in thousands of years... He had been wounded. His crimson eyes lifted toward Kael and Rhydian. There was no anger in them now. Only disbelief. "Impossible..." The Creator finally rose from the throne. The heavens trembled. "The Twin Blades were never meant to destroy darkness." Kael frowned. "What are they meant to do?"

I tried to pull back, but his grip was firm. He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small blade. My eyes widened. “Wait—” Slice. I barely had time to process what was happening before he cut my wrist. I gasped, not from pain, but from sheer shock. What the actual hell? “DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK?!” I yanked my hand away from his grip, but he just stood there, staring at my bleeding wrist with an unreadable expression. But before he could get a closer look…

The blades looked ordinary so he wasn’t ceasing them for his own benefit, but as an arrest procedure. “Sigh. I really don’t like having weapons pointed at me; nor do I like to have mine taken away” Mane grumbled but still went ahead remove Night Mare and Night’s Kiss from his back. He kept them in their sheaths and placed them on the ground. Then he lifted up his hands.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real